She sang hymns out of tune and carried a yellow balloon,
She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon
And talked to the people, the people who are

Now I have a clock on the wall, it keeps time and that isn't all,
It tells me how long she's been gone,
Gone to the people, the people who are.

She lived in a sorcerer's room and pounded the table and brandished the broom,
She turned ten thousand when she touched the moon
And turned to the people, the people who are.

Rain came down and scattered away the old antique caretaker's children that play,
Early that morning she passed away,
Passed to the people, the people who are.

She sang hymns out of .....